25 May 2008

It is a warm summer evening and the fireflies are just starting to appear as we run, laughing and shrieking, in crazy, dodgy circles. The grass is springy beneath our bare feet and the scent of honeysuckle tickles our noses. Moms call for us to come in but we plead, "One more game?!"

There's always time for a game of tag, right? So, as per pal, Washwords, I am playing by the rules...